Don’t You Trust Me- Hvitserk
Requested by: @betheworstyoucanbeandenjoyit
You regretted even showing him Fifty Shades of Grey now. He couldn’t just see a movie and enjoy it, noooo. He had to be complicated. Hvitserk went to the hardware store and overnight his man cave had become a blue room of pain. You were kind of thrilled but then scared as hell too.
“These will be fun.” He pulls your shirt over your head and then hooks your hand into manacles he’d mounted into the wall.
“You’re not the one being handcuffed.” You try not to blush as you notice the huge smile plastered on his face. “What in the hell are you smiling at?”
“How nervous you are Y/N.” He chuckled again trying to secure your other hand in the leather manacle. “Don’t you trust me?”
“No.” You pout.
He slowly pulls your leggings off and steps back. “This is new.” His eyes leer over you round full breasts and then down to your hips. He steps towards you. “I don’t even think I have the patience to do all the shit he did in that movie.”
You laugh as he wraps your legs around his waist and his kisses devour you as if it’s his first time. He rocks into you burying his face in your neck for support and manacles detach from the ceiling. You both tumble to the ground and Hvitserk rolls off of you. “This was mistake.” He laughs.